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I woke up one morning in the spring of ’65
Considering myself lucky to be found alive
I hitched up my mule my business to pursue
Instead of hauling four loads I only hauled two
I had my fill of plowing before the sun was high
The sunshine made my head feel strange, it was an honest try
I unhitched my mule, saddled up my mare and
Went down to the grocery to see what’s doin’ there
Farming folk from miles around were gathering in the store
All saying how they never left their plow so soon before
While talking of the mysteries of God’s unfolding will
Old Man Hawkins brought a load of whiskey from his still
None of us had ever drunk so early in the day
Since today was special we got drunk anyway
We got so drunk and crazy we all did agree
To meet that very night where the fiddle was to be
The night was clear as crystal, the moon shining bright
Nothing looked familiar in the cold unearthly light
There was no wind no calling birds in fact it was so still
We hardly drew a breath til we reached the laurel hill
I’ll tell you of our party and how we did commence
When four of us jolly boys got on the floor to dance
The fiddler being willing, her arm being strong, she
Played “Crippled Kingfisher” about four hours long
I see the morning stars boys, I guess we’ve danced enough
We’ll spend another hour paying cash for cuff
We’ll go back to our plow, we’ll whistle and we’ll sing
We never will be guilty of another such a thing
Come all you newsy women scattering news about
Don’t tell no tales upon us, don’t kick up any fuss
You’ve been guilty of the same thing, perhaps a whole lot worse.